Inventory

>look
You are in a dusty alcove. Nearby is something that once killed a man just to watch him die.

>check inventory
You are carrying:
A Big Mac happy meal
A Clue
A magic torch that will burn as long as Centralia, PA does
A VHS tape labeled "The Hacienda 11th Grade"
A small chunk of Kryptonite
A compass (the circle-drawing kind)
A Salt Shaker Filled with Pepper
A Paranoid Android
A bag of crudely crushed coffee beans
A Set of Ukulele Strings

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